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When we work together, we will be able to overcome oppression.
This is a woman caught between a rock and a hard place and she is still dancing.
Women taking care of children
When I was in prison, I used to wish that I could peek out over the prison walls and see the word outside.
In prison, we had to split ourselves in two to survive- we had to separate our bodies from our minds, so that we could continue to grow.
I was haunted by the faces of some young Kurdish boys arrested and sitting outside the prison.
In prison, they treated us like animals. We had to remind each other about our humanity.
We must continue to fight against opporession in its many forms.
This is a picture of a woman in prison. She is vulnerable and alone. The government has tried to silence her.
This picture represents the struggle of the people of Iran. The red represents the blood that was shed in the struggle for justice. The sun represents the possibility of hope. Out of the sacrifice of the people and the warmth of hope comes new growth. Our work has not been in vain.
Women in Prison Yard
A peaceful morning
Female Prisoners in the Prison Yard
There were times in prison when I felt like a scream was the only way to express myself.
One day I visited my aunt in prison and she gave me a doll that she had made me.
While in prison, the Islamic regime tried to pressure us into taking their belief system. Sometimes it felt like my body and mind were being penetrated by their thoughts and beliefs. It was so much pressure that I felt like my body was being severed.
When I was in prison, there were many times that I saw scenes like this- a mullah and a prison guard lining up women for execution. Sometimes the officials would carry through the executions but other times they would use a “fake” execution as a tool to try and break prisoners.
When we were in solitary confinement, we often talked to each other by tapping on the walls.
This picture is of my daughter. I see her trapped by mental illness. She currently lives at CAMH and is struggling with schizophrenia. She is imprisoned just like I was imprisoned in Iran. My heart breaks for her because I don’t know how to set her free.